This came out to me last night while trying to sort out my own Auntie Flo woes… I found it hillarious, to be honest. I hope you guys like it. Established Olicity. Set in the distant future


The loud, terrified scream that echoed through the house woke Oliver up, causing him to jerk up into a sitting position. Beside him, Felicity startled awake as well.

"Wha-?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

A silent look passed between them, their faces equally panicked, which resulted in Oliver jumping off the bed, pulling his bedside table drawer open - much too violently than necessary - and sprinting out of the bedroom and into the hallway towards the space where the noise came from. Which he was absolutely sure came from Sophie's room.

"Sophie!" he called out, his voice filled with distress, and his body tense - ready for a fight.

"Daddy!" Came the distressed response of his twelve-year-old daughter.

Oliver burst into her bedroom without a second thought, quickly scanning the room for intruders or anything out of the ordinary.

When he found nothing, he visibly calmed down and lowered his weapon. His eyes then found Sophie's and he cringed a little at the fear he saw on them.

"What's wrong?" he asked, discarding the knife on top of her dresser and approaching her tentatively.

"There's so much blood…" The girl's voice quivered as her blue eyes - so much like her mother's - filled with tears.

It was only then that he noticed the blood stained sheets and nightgown.

Panic bubbled up inside of him immediately and he pulled the duvet back with a sharp motion.

"Felicity!" he yelled for his wife, his eyes and hands checking his little girl's body for any possible injuries that could have caused this.

Soon enough Felicity was standing in the doorway. She had her robe on and her hair was a mess.

"What's wrong?!" she asked with obvious concern that only heightened when she saw Oliver leaning over Sophie and moving in a very familiar manner. The same he used when Felicity got hurt during a mission and Oliver was fussing over her.

This realization made her blood run cold.

"Mom, it hurts." Sophie whimpered.

"She's bleeding but I don't see any injuries…" Oliver muttered, clearly frustrated that he couldn't help his daughter.

For the first time since entering the room, Felicity allowed herself to fully take in the sight in front of her.

Her twelve year old daughter was sitting in her bed, her light brown hair a mess, her face pale and eyes wide. As her eyes traveled down, mentally cataloging every little thing that was out of order with her baby, her gaze settled on her stained nightgown.

Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Felicity let out a huge breath and closed her eyes, unable to hide her relief.

"Oliver, stop that, it's okay." she said to her husband who was still searching for non-existent wounds.

"Okay?" Oliver's head whirled sharply to the side so he could look at her. "She's bleeding, Felicity, how is that okay?!" he asked, the panic clear on his face.

"Yes, and that's normal." Felicity resisted the urge to laugh at him and hurried to explain before he went all 'angry face' on her. "She got her period."

Oliver froze.

"wha-what?" his question was more of a stutter as he stared at Felicity with wide fearful eyes.

Felicity just tilted her head to the side, raising her eyebrows and rolling her eyes a little.

It's not like Oliver didn't know about the existence of the "P-word'. He has a sister and he's a married man, for God's sake. It's just that… Well, his sister was all grown up and his wife was most definitely a grown woman. Hell, he's gone for period supplies more times than he cared to count. He knew the exact brand and specifications Felicity required. And he wasn't ashamed to admit it.

However, adding his baby girl to the list… Yeah, that didn't sit well with him. Sophie was his daughter. His baby. His child. Children don't have not his children.

"OLIVER!" Felicity loud bark of his name pulled him out of his stupor.

"I've been calling your name for the past couple of minutes." Felicity frowned. "Can you please go to our bathroom and get my pads, as well as fill the tub for Sophie?" she asked.

Oliver nodded slowly. That was simple enough. He could do that yeah.

"And put some of my Lavender salts in the water." Felicity called out at Oliver's retreating form.

A loud grunt in return was her confirmation that he'd heard her.

This time Felicity couldn't suppress the snort that escaped her throat. This was going to be either fun or painful to watch. And she couldn't wait to share this story with Moira and Thea.

"Mom, I'm scared," Sophie said, as Felicity threw the duvet on the floor and outstretched her hands for Sophie to take,

"It's okay, sweetheart, it's completely normal." Felicity soothed her, running a hand through her hair.

"Is it supposed to hurt?" Sophie asked in a small voice.

Felicity nodded. "Yeah, unfortunately. although some are lucky to have really weak cramps. Unfortunately for you, cramps are hereditary so I am very, very sorry for this." she pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"Now, how about you go change out of that nightgown before your father comes back and has another panic attack?" Felicity suggested with a smile and a wink. "Just put some underwear and your robe on. You're gonna take a bath, so there's no point in dressing more." she explained as her daughter disappeared into the closet.

While Sophie was getting dressed, Felicity stripped the bed of the sheets and got some fresh ones from the dresser. She was just putting the pillow into the pillow case when Oliver came back in.

"Bath is ready." he said, handing her the pads. He appeared to look somewhat calmer.

"Thank you," Felicity squeezed his hand. "Can you finish this and then put the dirty sheets in the washing machine while I take her to the bathroom?"

Oliver nodded just as Sophie came out of her closet with her robe on, clutching her nightgown.

"I wasn't sure what to do with this." she said, lifting the nightwear.

"Give it here," Felicity said and squatted down once she had it, to wipe off some of the blood on Sophie's legs.

"Are you bleeding right now?" she asked her daughter.

Sophie shook her head.

Felicity threw the nightgown on top of the bloody sheets and put a hand around Sophie's shoulders, pressing her into her side.

"Let's go," she pressed another kiss to her temple and led her out of the room.

"Can daddy come too?" she asked before they left.

"Once I'm finished." Oliver promised, grabbing the pile of bed sheets.

No matter how terrified he was, he wasn't surprised that Sophie wanted him there. Usually, when she was scared, Oliver was her go-to person.

He used to check her bed and closet for monsters when she was younger. He used to rock her asleep during a storm or soothe her when the power went out.

He wasn't about to stop being her go-to guy simply because he was terrified by the idea of his daughter getting her period and growing up.

With that in mind he followed his girls out of the bedroom.


"Is it okay to come in?" Oliver asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Come in," came Felicity's voice from inside.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked Sophie who was neck-deep in bubbles. with her head leaning against the tub, and Felicity holding her hand.

"It's better," his daughter murmured.

"Crisis averted?" Oliver mouthed to his wife over Sophie's head.

Felicity nodded, "I explained everything. Appeantally, they've covered this in health class a couple of months ago, but she didn't totally get it."

"It's confusing." Sophie said in self-defense. "And it's scary."

"I know, Soph," Felicity smiled indulgently at her.

"I was thinking of running to the store to get some stuff," Oliver said then. "You need anything?"

"Some regular pads for Sophie would be good, since we don't know how it's gonna go yet." Felicity suggested. "And some over-the-counter painkillers. She's going to need them." she added.

Oliver nodded, knowing all too well how bad Felicity could get during her "time of the month".

He was on his way out when he heard Sophie call out "And ice-cream too! I really want ice-cream."

"No, problem. Soph." he turned back to smile at her.

"But make sure - "

Oliver winked at his daughter. "That it's mint chocolate chip. I know, baby." and with that he left his two girls to their girl talk. He couldn't help the small smile that lit on his face though, upon discovering just one more similarity between his wife and daughter.